Crayon Love

blue!
green!
aquamarine!
three crayons inside
my new box so clean
and pristine
numbering sixty and four
(safely named “pine” and
“forest” not “peasoup” or
“lizard”) waxy rainbox of color
too virgin to use.
i’ll first sniff and sort them
and then I may muse
over why in their number
is no longer raw umber,
why green-blue is gone
but blue-green lingers on.
when one searches one’s mindmap
for memories archival
can anything rival
the annual ritual meant to anoint
that bright box so yellow?
(take crayon to paper
press hard on the point
tear off the wrapper
to christen that fellow

Mine, written awhile ago, but I still like it